Pyotr sighs deeply; he'd almost been hoping Gaeta would give up and turn away. It will be a great blow to him too, if this doesn't work.

"All right..." With a shift of his own weight, oddly laborious for one so thin, he changes to the direct of his slumping to blanket Gaeta from neck to hip, his head resting on Gaeta's shoulder as he throws an arm around him and with the other, begins to rub at Gaeta's chest. "We'll try it like this," he sighs. "Be ready to catch it if anything comes out."